Correction Lyrics Bury The Hatchet by DJ Kay Slay

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Never got a chance to say goodbye to my comrade
I would've took those and died for my comrades
It's like the pain get deeper the more the time pass
Push it to the future, can't rewind the past
A few years back, I would've ran into Cease
Bet we both would've blew down, we both would've squeezed
Headline reads, "Noble and Lil' Cease (What?)
Die from gunfire over the East and West Beef" (Damn)
15 years later and it still ain't no peace
And our n***as still gone, this is more than just a song
Listen to my verse, it'll answer all your interviews
You n***as watched me grow from a soldier to general (C'mon)
The rap game need this (Uh), East and West coast need to see this
Let our n***as rest in peace (Let 'em rest in peace)
Put that bullsh*t behind us, do this for 'Pac and Big Poppa
We're riders from Brooklyn to Compton, we honor you

First 'Pac died, then Big died, then Nas told us Hip-Hop died
How we let this happen?
Generation after generation keep asking
How we survived to get past it
Had to keep on mashing
It's bigger than some peace treaty sh*t
Kay Slay said the rap game needs this
It's time we bury the hatchet
This is history, long live the legacy of Hip-Hop's 2 greatest MC's
It's time to bury the hatchet

Uh, dear Mama, my karma, Cease-A-Le', the Outlawz, no drama
The wars we fought, struggle that we garnish and honor
We pay respect to 'Pac and Poppa
I would've took a shot for Big any day
Believe it or not, I would've took one for Pac
And that's real sh*t, that's the sh*t that real n***as do
n***as don't understand the pain that I'm going through
And we ain't doing this for no money or no profit
This is for Mr. Shakur and Ms. Wallace
All my real G's on the corners in the projects
The real gangsta thug n***as and convicts
And n***as saying that they wish Big and Pac was here
They lying, if they was here, they wouldn't have careers
This is history in the making, this is magic
It's time to move on, bury the hatchet

Uh, yeah, pick up the pieces, pick up where we left off
Easier said than done, like trying to forget the Holocaust
Or slavery, the damage is a done deal
Blood shed, tears spilled, gunshots, hear 'em still
What's beef? When you hit them n***as up and flee
West Coast, catch a flight back to the east
Time is money, every minute is another million
Being wasted, destroying instead of building
And like Carlito, I'm just tryna hit that last score
Stuck in position, wishing I could fast forward
'Cause it's dues to be paid, debts is owed
Old allies turn to new foes and vice versa
Slay commissioned it, who else could deliver it?
Huh, a blind n***a could picture this
Prolly should've buried the hatchet with the homies
Better late than never, that's what a OG told me

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